Hecate sunbathing amid the marjoram today.
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Fetch, girl!
Hecate spectacularly failing to secure our supper …
Photographed in January 2010. The cock pheasant hung around the gardens near us for over a year. There are shoots nearby, so I don’t know if he eventually succumbed to a gun, or a predator, or old age (what is a pheasant’s life span?) or simply wandered off elsewhere. We certainly missed him and his clattering call and beautiful colours.
Mmmm, comfy: Part 3
This was taken about ten years ago, when Hecate (aka The Humbug, Wabsy, The Piglet, Heckington Schmeckworth, The Wabulizer, Heckers, Tubsy, and any number of other nicknames) was fairly young and keen on finding herself comfy, already-warmed nesting spots …
She only did this a couple of times, but luckily I was on hand to record it. I don’t know whose dignity comes off worse—Hecate’s, or Chap’s. I mean, look at those slippers …
Hecate in her pant hammock. Mmmm, comfy.
Mmmm, comfy.
The Humbug at her repose.
Now I know why the cyclamen in that particular pot failed to flourish …